Playbill Poems - Poems about Playbill

...Often in life, it's felt like on a tightrope I've been walking between what is reality and what is merely an act. The names of people in my story, I've chosen to redact, those I've cheered on with......

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...I will step outside, into the sun. Leaving the shadows behind. No time to waste, on the run. There is something that I must find. My heart is open to seek the light, Forcing the darkness to fa......

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...If we were a beach then you would be the sand, diamond warmth, and I the shingle underfoot. If we were a pen then I would be invisible ink, and you a permanent marker, fluorescent. If we we......

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...I’m tapping my feet to the music escaping an old man’s saxophone On main street I can feel the raindrops hit my hand I roll them in my palms like marbles From my childhood They apologize to me ......

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...December. My coldest winter ever. My slow descent into destruction, my epic battle with the devil. Thought I’d never meet her. Wondered if I would make it out. Got so used to being co......

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...The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood ......

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...Playbill: Sept 8, 2001 Time gives a bifocal view to the written scenes of life. Mental screams of past strife. Broken pencils lead to scenes being inked, unable......

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...It was one of those days…not great! I went to the mailbox, there to find A playbill dated September 8. I could not tell for sure, half blind. It seemed like a bill for raking the leaves. Perhaps......

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...There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table. I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable. There they sit, reminding me, of the life that we once shared, Bef......

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...An innocence we used to know As morning dourly turns to night Entombed beneath an ashen snow A cell phone yearning for hello With hopes of answer growing slight An innocence we used to know ......

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...Locked within memories of happy times. Fun we had that night Bought a new cell phone, hate wearing new pair bi focals. broke a pencil signing name on a playbill for" Tarza......

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...Just like you to make a last minute date, leaving me a quickly scribbled note, before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election-- I remember you snapping it apart when ......

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...It began as a lovely September, 2001, at least, it should have been..... somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall days growing short, and evenings long But, things now warpe......

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...I stepped in for my first colonoscopy. I was nervous everyone could see I had a choice to be awake or put out if I was skittish...but no not me I chose the former so I could watch my own ass on T......

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...Evil’s Bookends Sept 8, 2001, 7:30PM The limo arrives the concierge opens the doors to a clear cool night in the city, a first Broadway Play. A cell phone call, a Playbill tucked between a......

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